Hadama arrived alone and shirtless, as was customary for one half of Torchline's ruling team. As he swam up onto the beach and swapped out fins for legs he revealed his favorite pair of business casual swim trunks: navy blue and covered in flaming pineapples. His expression was as serenely stoic as ever, his steel-silver hair pinned back in a loose braid, his accessories glinted in silver and gold from the dark canvas of his gold-scarred skin. He squeezed the sea from his hair and nodded in greeting to his friends already gathered for the party, of which there were already many - along with several new faces, he was quietly pleased to note.
But first he approached the grill to deliver a freshly filleted slab of mahi mahi as long as his arm to the master of the barbecue. He inclined his head to Remi and then looked to the Bastion's husband, studying Ronin's apron with a thoughtful look on his face.
"Ronin. Could you tell me where you acquired that from?" A politely bland inquiry as he chose a skewer of rhampire meat from the assembled offerings.
But first he approached the grill to deliver a freshly filleted slab of mahi mahi as long as his arm to the master of the barbecue. He inclined his head to Remi and then looked to the Bastion's husband, studying Ronin's apron with a thoughtful look on his face.
"Ronin. Could you tell me where you acquired that from?" A politely bland inquiry as he chose a skewer of rhampire meat from the assembled offerings.
